Some Hope, Some Harm, And Another False Alarm

Rebel

Chest pains emotionally physical cause

Scattered thoughts that make no sense--

I'd be okay if they never do.

Stay weird, normal is boring.

No need to explain myself.

It's what you make of it.

Be clear or unclear to

See who gives a fuck.

Life is short

Excruciatingly long.

Be like a prisoner king

A shackled pterodactyl.

Break free!

Oh how I love poetry!

Though I'm tired of writing

About love.

I wanna feel it.

Word vomit on a page or 

My inner most feelings.

You'll never know.

I'll never know.

My mind is a mystery.

Hold it all in

Or let it all out?

I've got to let it out!

Write three words

Or a book if I please.

Only I can stop me.

But wait--

I've gotten off track.

Gotten on track?

Again, you'll never know!

Could I know if I tried?

I learn the science of exercise

But all I want to do is bleed

Words on a page for everyone to dissect.

I refuse to be just a face in a sea of faces.

I get rewarded to run

In circles and to exhale

Until I can't inhale.

I could go on forever,

Would you tell me to stop?

You can tell me, "end it, that's not how it's done--"

But I say

Rebel.

September 22, 2014